Wear Alicia

A thought broke through the confused, frightened haze that had descended onto me. Sure, I could try and break this up as myself. But Jessica had more than enough **** of will to stop me, and Alicia still might walk into the room. Honestly, she could be back any minute now. Trying to use my skinwalker powers on Jessica might meet the same ending, Alicia wandering in only to find me holding a skinsuit of the flat bitch, raising questions I couldn’t answer.

Even then, there was a slim chance I was totally wrong. I might have misjudged Frank’s integrity, and maybe he was a secret scumbag while Jessica was a skinwalker possessed bitch, trying to work a cheating angle inside the other woman’s skin. I had no idea what using my spines on another skinwalker would do, but I didn’t think it would be a good idea, or something I wanted to try right now.

But there is someone who can break this up right now. Someone who can separate these two, and get Frank away from here ASAP.

Who better than his highschool sweetheart and his loving girlfriend, Alicia?

And who better inside of her than someone who knows what’s really happening here, on every level?

I could feel a tight pressure at the end of my fingertips, hungry spines **** to be sated, rising up like a starving dog now there was a hint that they’d get what they wanted.

Can I… can I really do this?

I thought about Alicia, remembering the first time I met her. She’d been the first flatmate I’d seen, greeting me with a smile when I arrived, helping me carry in my stuff as she rambled excitedly about all the things she wanted to do at university. Seeing her for the first time, I couldn’t help but think she was beautiful.

Sunkissed skin and a toned body from hiking and an outdoorsy lifestyle, a pretty face framed with golden hair, lightened from sun exposure. A perfect smile that seemed to light up the room, while I tried to avoid ogling her perky, perfect b-cup breasts. A part of me was hoping she was single, and couldn’t help but fantasize about sleeping with her, and eventually dating her.

It wasn’t uncommon for a young, single guy to think those things about a beautiful woman the first time they meet. A romantic fantasy maybe, but mainly a harmless one. When I’d first met Frank, I’d been a little disappointed, but after seeing how genuine a guy he was and how perfect the two of them were for each other, it was easy to concede. Ultimately, if I’d really cared about Alicia, I had to make room for her to be happy.

That’s why I’m doing this now too. To protect her, to keep her happy. Finding Frank flirting with another girl would make her so unhappy, finding him cheating would break her heart. The best thing I can do is wear her. For her own benefit.

I stood, ignored by Jessica while Frank gave me an imperceptible glance. I turned before I could see anything more, my mind mainly made up even as my walk carried me to the hallway. Turning to the right instead of the left, I wandered the wrong direction from my own room, towards Alicia’s. She had an en-suite bathroom with shower built into her room, so she’d be in there now.

I stood outside the door to her room, my heartbeat ratcheting up higher in my chest. She could be on the other side of this door, half dressed and no doubt freaking out when I entered. I gulped, my hand shaking a little as I reached out, before I steadied my nerves and opened the door.

Empty.

Alicia wasn’t in the bedroom, and it was obvious why as I entered. The pitter patter rush of water droplets cascading from the shower could be heard, along with the sound of her humming and singing. She was playing music off her phone, the en-suite mainly containing the sound, as the catchy hooks of a pop-country song filled the air.

This is for her own good. I’m doing this to protect her! And I’ll get closer to stopping the skinwalker, so in a way I’m saving her for the future too!

My brain fed me with moral justifications for what I was doing, filling my head with happy feelings of being a hero, protecting others, and standing up for what was right. It would be so easy to just go with the flow, follow along with how it was making me feel, buy into the lie.

Well, not that it was a lie totally. But it wasn’t all there was here, either. Because how I was going to “become a hero” was by using the dark powers I’d been cursed with to turn Alicia into a skinsuit. The cute, sunshine blonde. The girl who loved mountain trails, apple pie, real friends and midnight trysts with her boyfriend under the stars.

I was going to ambush her in the shower, turn her into a still warm meatsuit, and slide my body inside her wet skin before stealing her everything. My hand shook a little as I considered the full implications of what I was going to do. My dick strained against my jeans, twisted arousal showing itself in full ****.

I opened the door to the bathroom and stepped inside. The music was so much louder in here, steam and the wet heat of running the shower in this contained space rolling over my body. Alicia had her back to me, her wet hair sitting heavy as it traced her spine past the nape of her neck. It seemed like the light caught just a little on the water that covered her, little highlights and sparkles that showed off her curves.

The shape of her body was so undeniably feminine, her slim shoulders and tight waist that lead down to child bearing hips and a perky, heart shaped ass. Seeing the way those water droplets sparkled, it gave her skin an attractive texture, a latticework of stars that highlighted the supple surface beneath.

I’d been so lost watching her I hadn’t even noticed the spines had burst out from my fingertips, staring at her almost in a daze while the skinwalker side of me guided my feet closer.

“Oh, Frank, is that you? Come to join me~?”

Alicia giggled, starting to turn around. From how flirty she was, it was clear she’d done this with Frank many times, as a strange splintered feeling came in my heart. The thought of getting to enjoy such casual intimacy with Alicia, true love shower sex with such a perfect girl, was more than enough to make anyone jealous.

I stabbed her in the lower back with my spines, just above her ass, while my own hand gripped her midriff and pulled her against me. I could hear her make a sound somewhere between a shriek and a moan as she stumbled, before exhaling dreamily as the skinwalker fluid did its dark work. She let her weight lay on me as my heart rate spiraled higher, the sensation of her damp body pressing into me making me so horny.

Her head rolled back onto my shoulder, before I had to catch her as she got lighter and lighter, limbs giving out and deflating. It spread from where she’d been stabbed, her hips and thighs giving out, even as her torso and arms followed suit in the other direction. It seemed her head was the last to go, eyelids fluttering closed before her beautiful face crumpled.

I’d been so enraptured watching the process, I hadn’t even realized I’d been getting wet the whole time. The shower was still on, still blasting Alicia and my clothed body behind it. I stumbled back, out of the shower cubicle, sitting roughly on closed wooden toilet seat. My own clothes were damp, but I was holding a vastly superior outfit in my hands now.

If I’d been feeling jealous of the thought of enjoying shower sex with Alicia earlier, now I had the means for something even better. After all, shower sex as Alicia was a thousand times more intimate. I lay her down on the tiled floor for a moment, sloughing off my heavy, uncomfortable damp clothes. Each reminder of my male life was left unceremoniously to lie on the floor, before I stood naked in Alicia’s bathroom.

The music still blasted from her phone, the sound of the shower still working in tandem with it to disguise what I was doing here. I had to hurry if I wanted to stop whatever was happening in the kitchen right now. I held up Alicia’s deflated head, feeling the weight of her wet hair even as I examined her face. Even like this, she was beautiful.

“Sorry, Alicia… I just need to borrow your body for a little while.”

I bit my own lip as I reached out towards Alicia’s, tracing it with my finger. It was so much softer and more supple. I pushed those fingers inside now, feeling the remainder of her saliva around the inner edges, even though the deeper parts of her mouth had disappeared due to the magic of the skinwalker fluid.

My heart beat in my chest for a moment, and then another where I just stared, before I tentatively reached out and kissed her. I knew I didn’t have a lot of time, and I didn’t need to, but I couldn’t help wanting to feel it. Our lips mashed together, surfaces sliding against one another even as my tongue entered the blonde’s mouth. I could taste a hint of the maple syrup, sweet and full of natural sugars, the same plate we’d both eaten from minutes before.

You shared your meal with me when I was in need… now let me return the favor by saving your relationship.

I pulled back from the kiss, a strange, excited tingle in my heart. Other than Frank, I was probably the first guy to kiss her in a long time. Maybe ever…

I shook my head to try and wake up from this haze, flipping Alicia over as I went back to sitting on the toilet seat. Her skinsuit was still so warm and soft in my hands, wet from the shower in the way that gave it even more of a tactile thrill. I dug my fingers into her back, feeling that tight pressure before a seam opened up and the edges of her skin parted with wet, organic sinews breaking either side.

The bathroom light shone inside her, small sparkles of light revealing the liquid, lubricating slime that coated the interior of all skinsuits. I reached out with my foot, tentatively, pushing it inside of Alicia, before I began to hurry and thrust both feet in. The compression was so tight, Alicia’s feet being so much smaller than my own, the space between my toes feeling it most intensely. Then there came a strange, twisted pulsing, a strong feeling of pins and needles working from the extremities to the ankle, and I had her feet.

“Wow…”

I stared, enchanted, before wiggling her toes. Her nails were painted powder blue, her feet so much prettier and slimmer than my own. I wondered how they would look in heels, and a part of me had an urge to just spend a day playing dress-up inside Alicia’s skin. I stowed the idea for later, hurrying to pull the rest of her on.

My legs compacted into hers, the thighs becoming much more shapely, before I worked myself into her tighter waist. That potent sensation worked higher up my body, turning me more and more into Alicia, as I watched in irresistible fascination as the shape of my erect cock, pressing outwards from within her skin, was wrenched down suddenly. The pressure pulsed on it, stronger than anywhere else, too powerful to resist.

“Oh my God…”

I moaned it out, the insane situation and how horny I was coming together to make me cum all over the inside of Alicia’s skin. The feeling of a male orgasm was instantly followed by another powerful rush, as rather than a release from tension it all just reversed. The strong, outward **** of my boner was inverted, pressing deep within me as Alex’s penis was turning into Alicia’s vagina.

I could feel the deep sensation, something no guy ever should know, as Alicia’s internals speared within me and rewrote what they found. It was too much, my knees buckling as I slid to the floor, a comforting, hot feeling in my lower abdomen confirming that I’d gained Alicia’s womb. I lay there panting, the half of myself that remained Alex sweating a little as the half that was now Alicia was still cooled and damp from the shower.

I shook my head, trying to focus, shoving my arms into hers and pulling her chest to my own. I stared in rapturous fascination as my fingers compacted into hers, flexing her slim hand, even as the sinews in the back of her skinsuit hungrily closer together and sealed me within her torso.

That pulsing pressure hit my shoulders, feeling intense and little uncomfortable for a moment before all at once they were condensed down into Alicia’s more slender shape. It felt right somehow, like trying on a smaller pair of shoes that just fit you so much better. Feeling it, a moan escaped my lips, the masculine tone dissatisfying to hear, while my heart seemed to writhe in my chest in anticipation at soon hearing Alicia’s voice instead.

My hands shook a little as I reached out too, cupping the perky breasts that had inflated on my chest. Squeezing them, feeling each finger press on their soft flesh, it sent an excited tingle through my whole body. Only Alicia’s face remained, pressing into me as I looked at the back of her head. I brought Alicia’s hands higher, the girl’s digits worn like gloves as they helped me steal the final part of her.

Pressing myself into the tight, warm wetness of her head, I fumbled in the darkness before approaching the light from her eyes. Lining up the features, feeling them pinch into me and rub their slime all over me, a tactile pleasure I couldn’t help but enjoy. The final sinews connected, Alicia’s flesh sealing me inside with a sensation of heat and some light steam, before the pressure and pins and needles sensation grew so strong my vision began to go white.

It felt as though the warmth of Alicia’s slimy interior grew and grew, matching my body heat exactly, pressing against me, melting into me, until I couldn’t tell where she ended and I began. When I opened my eyes, I realized there was no difference anymore; we had become one.

“Ahh… I, I… I’m her…”

My hands fluttered up my body, prodding my face as I stood and stumbled to the mirror. It was fogged up from the condensation, so I cleared it with a speedy motion and saw the perfect reflection of the blonde girl staring back at me.

“Oh my God… wow. Uhm. My voice is really pretty…”

I shivered just a bit with excitement, hearing my words perfectly through Alicia’s cute cadence. It sounded a little different to me standing here, but still so addictive. It was only natural after all, you voice always sounds different in your head compared to recordings, and what other people could hear. I tapped my lip, thinking about it; in awe at the intimacy of it all. It was a side to Alicia’s voice only she would ever hear.

Well… and me. But doesn’t that just prove without a doubt that I’m really Alicia now? Totally and completely?

God…

I was getting way too excited. There was a heat from my lower abdomen and a pulse from my womb; This was seriously turning me on. The desire to have sex as a girl, the one I’d been suppressing so hard as I tried to deny my skinwalker impulses, was back in full. I shook my head to try and dispel it, toweling off my body, hurrying to get ready and interrupt whatever might be going on in the kitchen.

Rubbing the towel all over my body just had the opposite effect though. Feeling each little bristle and thread of its fibers rubbing over my sensitive skin, the shape so unfamiliar yet addictive to me, it just served as a powerful and deeply erotic reminder of the body I’d stolen. I had to wonder if I’d given in and just done this of my own volition, would I even have the willpower to leave Alicia after?

Of course, I’m doing this for her. I’ll definitely be able to leave. I’m being selfless here.

I have to hurry this up…

Internally, I grabbed the warm, bright soul of Alicia, and stuffed myself inside of her. I pictured it like seeing her soul, the shape of her body yet glowing translucent yellow, before I pried her mouth open and crawled inside, wearing her spirit the same way I wore her skin. Her emotions and thoughts became so much more prevalent around me, the kindness, enthusiasm and love through which she viewed the world.

It was like pure positive energy, an addictive dopamine blanket around my less than ideal self. I tried to focus, normalize getting ready, the way the original girl would have. Otherwise the temptation to just pleasure myself in her stolen body would be too high. It was a blur as I threw myself into her panties, her bra, her cute brown boots and her daisy dukes. I hesitated with grabbed one of “my” shirts, before grabbing one of Frank’s instead, it’s oversized shape looking so cute hanging from me, almost like a t-shirt dress.

“There, now don’t I look totally the part of the girlfriend~?”

I gave one last glance at the mirror before I hurried out the door of Alicia’s bedroom, hoping I wasn’t too late.